Welcome to project 365. This writer of ghost stories, mother of two, and wife to the Professor, aka "Ghost Hunk" (for 18 years), finds inspiration everyday, even if she sometimes forgets. So for the next year, I will document these little epiphanies, whether it's a bug on the windshield or some brilliant, breathless moment in this crazy life or something in between.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Day 59


Oh, Prospero...really?!  So at the back of our neighborhood, the developers have begun a new project—Indian Oaks Santuary.  Ah yes, can you smell the pretentiousness?  It's a gated community right in our own back yard, where we, the poor rabble, will always be the unwelcome chaff held at bay by an iron gate...or some dude in a guard shack.  Didn't anyone tell them how elitist this is?  Our nice family neighborhood has suddenly become lower class by comparison alone.  Ah, the folly of people with money in a depressed part of the country...

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